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New York is good enough until it's safe to go to Buenos Ayres." "Smartest leg in Buenos Ayres," croaked the raven from his wicker cage, which was set upon the counter. Sin Sin Wa regarded him smilingly. "Yes, yes, my little friend," he crooned in Chinese, while Tling-a-Ling rattled ghostly castanets. "In Ho-Nan they will say that you are a devil and I am a wizard.
He touched it with long yellow fingers, then raised it and stared into the solitary eye, now glazed and sightless as its fellow. The smile had gone from the face of Sin Sin Wa. "My Tling-a-Ling!" he moaned in his native mandarin tongue. "Speak to me, my little black friend!" A bead of blood, like a ruby, dropped from the raven's beak.
"All are sleeping, most honorable sir?" "All." "I will lock the room above and the outer door. It is safe." He raised a yellow hand, and the raven stepped sedately from his shoulder on to his wrist. "Come, Tling-a-Ling," crooned Sin Sin Wa, "you go to bed, my little black friend, and one day you, too, shall see the paddy-fields of Ho-Nan."
Then, tenderly raising poor Tling-a-Ling, he laid the great dishevelled bird a weird offering upon the knees of Sam Tuk. "Take him with you where you travel tonight, my father," he said. "He, too, was faithful." A cheap German clock commenced a muted clangor, for the little hammer was muffled. Sin Sin Wa walked slowly across to the counter. Taking up the gleaming joss, he unscrewed its pedestal.
Our stock we are resigned to lose. So let us settle our affairs." "Smartest smartest," croaked Tling-a-Ling, and rattled ghostly castanets. "Thank the guid God I see ye alive, Dan," said Mary Kerry.
And in upon these dreary musings broke an altercation between Mrs. Sin and her husband. "Keep the blasted thing covered up!" she cried hoarsely. "Tling-a-Ling wantchee catchee bleathee sometime," crooned Sin Sin Wa. "Hello, hello!" croaked the raven drowsily. "Smartest smartest smartest leg." "You catchee sleepee, Tling-a-Ling," murmured the Chinaman. "Mrs. Sin no likee you palaber, lo!"
From his waistcoat pocket he drew out a fresh piece and placed it between his teeth. Drawing a tea-chest closer to the stove, he seated himself and stared intently into the glowing heart of the fire. Sin Sin Wa extended his arm and opened the little cupboard. "Number one p'lice," croaked the raven drowsily. "You catchee sleepee, Tling-a-Ling," said Sin Sin Wa.
He raised his hand to his shoulder and the raven stepped sedately from shoulder to wrist. Sin Sin Wa stooped. "Come, Tling-a-Ling," he said softly. "You catchee sleepee." The raven stepped down from his wrist and walked into the cupboard. "So fashion, lo!" said Sin Sin Wa, closing the door.
Thereupon: "Hello! hello!" remarked the occupant drowsily. "Number one p'lice chop lo! Sin Sin Wa Sin Sin...." "Come, my Tling-a-Ling," crooned Sin Sin Wa. He opened the front of the cage and out stepped the raven onto his wrist. Sin Sin Wa raised his arm and Tling-a-Ling settled himself contentedly upon his master's shoulder. Placing the empty cage on the counter.
That which is unknown is always thought to be magical, my Tling-a-Ling." Mrs. Sin, who was rapidly throwing off the effects of opium and recovering her normal self-confident personality, glanced at her husband scornfully. "Tell me," she said, "what has happened? How did he come here?" "Blinga filly doggy," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Knockee Ah Fung on him head and comee down here, lo.
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